I wasn’t sure what to make of it.
Took some getting used to
the whole give and take of it,
the weft and warp,
the shape of it.
It took a while but the light did shine through
and it was then and there I knew
I couldn’t stand by any longer.
The winds within ever stronger and stronger grew
and whether they prove wrong or true
the visions that compel demand their due.
And
So I’ve fashioned a weapon.
An all purpose file extension.
An exemplary exemption,
a gleeful suspension,
and a path to redemption.
Excalibur in absentia.
With word drawn from tone
Sword from Stone is dementia.
Divine Right is your gift from who sent ya.
All out of lemons.
You got a handful of sand
and a fiery demand for the plentiful.
A looking glass that’s always faithful’s at hand.
Knowledge is power, so best shut the front door.
Letting the juice out’s a mistake I implore
you don’t make.
For some day soon the sons and daughters will look back
down the track fate has taken
and don’t be mistaken;
someone will cherish every scrap.
And
So I’ve fashioned a weapon.
An all purpose file extension.
An exemplary exemption,
a gleeful suspension,
and a path to redemption.
Excalibur in absentia.
With word drawn from tone
Sword from Stone is dementia.
Divine Right is your gift from who sent ya.
